Chapter 8: The unexpected surprise of collecting rags!

Riding a bicycle on a summer night, I came to the garden community in the shantytown.

What he didn't expect was that his poker friend Lao Ba actually lived in the same community as Jiang Mu's family.

The environment of the Garden Community is indescribably dirty and messy. Almost all of them are old houses that are twenty years old and are extremely aged.

There was a chemical factory near this community. Workers who worked in the chemical plant and reached a certain length of service could be assigned a house in this community.

More than ten years ago, houses in the Huayuan Community were very popular, and many people wanted to enter the chemical plant.

But with the closure of the chemical plant, no one cared about the houses in the Huayuan Community.

The vast majority of people living here are laid-off workers from chemical plants.

After parking the bicycle, Xia Ye took out the snakeskin bag on the back seat, and then walked around the various floors of the community.

There are a total of six buildings in the Garden Community, each building has six floors, and there are four households on each floor, for a total of 144 households.

Excluding Lao Ba's family and Jiang Mu's family, he would go to 142 houses and knock on the doors one by one.

If someone opens the door and says he collects rags, ask if there is anything in the house that needs to be collected.

Xia Ye ran to several houses, but still couldn't find the one selling silver coins. His legs were about to break.

When he happened to arrive at the door of the unit in Building 3, he raised his head and stared at the window on the third floor.

This is Jiang Mu's natal family, who lives in a house allocated by the factory. The family of five is squeezed into a small room of only fifty square meters.

Jiang Mu once mentioned some situations at home to him.

It can only be guessed from her sad look that she is actually not living a happy life at home.

It could even be detected from her eyes that she was desperately trying to escape from the home where she grew up.

Otherwise, she, such a well-behaved girl, would not have made such a crazy move like stealing a marriage certificate from him .

It's a pity that he didn't know how to cherish his previous life. He was obsessed with gambling and ignored the people around him who were most important to him.

Thinking of this, Xia Ye's eyes became a little gloomy, and she quickly plucked up the courage to rush into the third building.

Except for the third floor, he visited all the remaining floors.

But when I was going downstairs, I happened to meet Aunt Wu, the next-door neighbor of Jiang Mu's house on the third floor.

At this time, Xia Ye, the snakeskin bag became a little bulging due to collecting rags in this community.

Aunt Wu recognized Xia Ye at a glance and said in surprise, “Aren't you the son-in-law of Lao Jiang's family? Are you here to visit Lao Jiang? Why don't you come into the house?"

Xia Ye smiled awkwardly and said, "I was passing by and came here to do something."

Say it.

He quickly hid the snakeskin bag behind his back, but the sharp-eyed Aunt Wu discovered the fishy thing in the snakeskin bag.

The snakeskin bag was filled with all kinds of scrap metal and some scrap cans!

The expression on Aunt Wu's face gradually turned to contempt.

Isn't Lao Jiang's wife quite arrogant and domineering on weekdays?

If others knew that she had a son-in-law who collected rags, would she still dare to be arrogant?

She had long heard that the Jiang family's son-in-law was a bad gambler, but she didn't expect that he had already wandered into the rag collecting field.

Gambling is really harmful!

If she had such an unsatisfactory son-in-law, she would have to force her daughter to divorce.

She sneered twice in her heart and said in a high pitched voice, “Collect rags, just collect rags. What's the shame? It's not shameful to make money with your hands now. It's better than using money to gamble before, right?"

Xia Ye knew that Aunt Wu usually had a bad relationship with his father-in-law and mother-in-law, and her words were full of sarcasm, so she originally planned to ignore her and leave.

Unexpectedly, Aunt Wu didn't intend to let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to ridicule easily, and took the initiative to stop Xia Ye who was about to leave.

"Wait a minute. I have a pile of scrap metal at home that I'm worried about selling. Come in and collect it."

Before Xia Ye could respond, Aunt Wu pulled him into the house.

Aunt Wu worked in the house for a long time, looking for a lot of junk. She was panting and sweating profusely.

When she saw Xia Ye standing there as motionless as a piece of wood with a snakeskin bag, she rolled her eyes angrily, “No wonder you don't want my father-in-law and mother-in-law to see you, and you don't even know how to come over and help? You don't have any eyesight at all. no?"

Xia Ye was speechless for a while.

Didn't you drag me in to collect the rags yourself?

Xia Ye was not used to her bad habits, so she smiled lightly and said, “Although I am a rag collector, I am still considered a businessman and do not provide housekeeping services. If you want someone to help you, you can hire a cleaner from a housekeeping company."

Aunt Wu sneered twice and rolled her eyes at Xia Ye several times.

She really didn't expect that a guy who had been collecting rags would dare to be so arrogant.

The level of arrogance is really the same as that of Lao Jiang's family. Sure enough, it's not like one family doesn't want to be in the same house!

Aunt Wu threw a pile of broken copper and iron at Xia Ye's feet angrily, and said coldly, “Calculate the money and leave as soon as you collect it. The sour smell of poverty is killing me."

When Xia Ye saw Aunt Wu giving alms, the anger in her heart was burning, but she still tried her best to restrain herself.

If he had his previous character, he would definitely break up with Aunt Wu in a fit of rage, and then leave behind this pile of scrap metal.

But now, after being tempered in his previous life, he has already reached the state where "happiness and anger cannot be expressed in color, and likes and dislikes cannot be expressed in words".

Even if he was extremely angry towards Aunt Wu, he could still smile at her all the time.

He glanced at the pile of scrap metal that Aunt Wu had given him, and knew that the other party would never give him anything good.

She just wanted to drag her home to humiliate her and vent the bad temper she suffered from her father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Xia Ye took out a one-yuan coin from her body and handed it to Aunt Wu, then began to collect scraps of metal on the ground.

Aunt Wu held the rusty dollar and said with a look of disgust, “So much copper and iron is only worth one dollar?"

Xia Ye smiled and said, "Selling it for one yuan is better than leaving it at home as junk, right?"

"Haha, I know you're a loser and don't have anything nice to say. Okay, I'll just give these crap to you as charity."

Xia Ye collected half of the scraps of copper and iron, and suddenly heard the sound of coins shaking out of a tin can, and she suddenly felt happy.

I never thought that collecting scraps at Aunt Wu’s house would bring such unexpected surprises!

He carefully put away the tin can, smiled, picked up the snakeskin bag filled with junk, and left Aunt Wu's house.

Watching Xia Ye's leaving figure, Aunt Wu mocked disdainfully, “What a waste that has never seen the world. He treats all the junk as a treasure. He is indeed a rotten person who cannot stand on the stage!"

, who went downstairs, had no idea of Aunt Wu's cursing.

He hid in the corner of the stairwell, took out the tin can, and poured out the jingling coins inside.

What surprised him was...

These are not coins of a few cents or one yuan, but dozens of ancient coins of different qualities!